Daming: My grandfather is Emperor Hongwu!

Chapter 163 Do You Really Want To See It?
When Zhu Biao reviewed the memorial and received his courtiers, Zhu Xiongying had just finished his studies.

He studied very seriously this day, causing several teaching bachelors in the Wenhua Palace to nod and nod their heads repeatedly.I shouted in my heart that the emperor's grandson is eager to learn, which is the luck of the country.

He can't do it if he doesn't study, he can't do it if he isn't serious. The old man is so leisurely today, so he just stared at him for a long time outside the Wenhua Palace.He didn't need to look back, he knew that the old man's eyes were always on him.

It's unfair to say it, but in the old man's heart, Empress Ma, Zhu Biao and this eldest grandson are his family members.The other sons and daughters, although they love each other, are never so real.Especially those brats and lords, the old man has very little expectations of them, as long as they are good people in the future.

After class ended, Zhu Xiongying walked up to the old man, "Grandpa Huang!"

The old man was still holding the large characters that Zhu Xiongying wrote in today's morning class. The good writing on it was marked by the bachelors, and the bad writing was also circled to mark the shortcomings.In the end, it is acceptable. If you are not strong enough, you should not deliberately pursue the strokes. Calligraphy is a natural slogan.

"Well, my grandson's handwriting is pretty good!" The old man nodded and glanced at Zhu Xiongying. "Grand grandson, grandpa can't just watch you study all day long. You have to have some snacks and know how to make progress!"

"Don't worry, grandpa, my grandson will study hard!" Zhu Xiongying said with a smile, "You don't have to come here in the future!"

"You kid, I wish we didn't come!" The old man scolded with a smile, "When your father was a child, his eyes were so dry from reading. People, you can't do without reading. Only by reading can you be successful, understand?"

Zhu Xiongying looked around and saw those Hanlin scholars standing far away, stepped forward and whispered, "Since you say reading is useful, why do you call them plague-stricken scholars in private?"

The old man's face froze, and he said, "That's easy to say, you don't want to learn it!" Then, he patted Zhu Xiongying's head, "Go, go back to your grandmother, she made delicious food for you!"

Suddenly, Zhu Xiongying saw the old man in casual clothes, and his heart moved, "Grandfather, where are you going?"

"Are we not going anywhere?"

"You're lying!" Zhu Xiongying laughed, "You see that the clothes you are wearing are for going out of the palace!" As he spoke, he smiled, "Do you want to go out of the palace to play?"

"Kids, ask why you are doing this, go home!" the old man said with a straight face.

"The grandson is going too!" Zhu Xiongying tugged on the old man's sleeve, "If you don't take the grandson with you, the grandson will tell the imperial grandmother that you can't go too!"

"Hey, you fucking threatened us?" The old man smiled, "Sue and sue, do you think your grandmother doesn't care?"

"Grandson and grandmother said, you go drink flower wine!" Zhu Xiongying smiled, turned around and left.

"Come back, brat!" The old man dragged Zhu Xiongying back, slapped him twice on the buttocks, and cursed with a smile, "You kid is still telling lies!"

"Grandfather, for the sake of your grandson's seriousness in studying today, you can take your grandson there!" Zhu Xiongying continued, "When the grandson sees his father, the father will ask whether he has a nose or a face. The face of the grandson, the grandson will be more comfortable with you all the time!"

Seeing his good grandson rolling around in his arms like a baby, the old man's heart was about to melt, and his face was full of smiles.

"It's okay on weekdays, but not today. Today we are going to see some dangerous things. Children can't watch them. If they don't see anyone at night, they will be easily scared!" The old man laughed.

"The grandson won't be scared!" Zhu Xiongying patted his chest, "Your grandson will be a man who stands up to heaven and earth!"

"Tsk tsk, you are still a man, you have no beard on top, no hair on the bottom, what kind of man are you?" The old man laughed, "Come and show us, has the little bird grown up?"

"Ahahaha!" Zhu Xiongying covered his lower body, "Don't show it!"

"Hey, I really can't take you there!"

"Grandson is going!" Zhu Xiongying begged, "You can take grandson there!"

The old man pondered for a moment, then looked at Zhu Xiongying seriously, "Really?"

"really!"

"Not afraid!"

"Grandson doesn't know how to write when he is afraid of words?"

"Okay! We'll take you there!" The old man nodded, "That's fine, you've seen these since you were a child, and your heart has hardened. Unlike your father, who will have a soft heart like a woman in the future!"

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After burning incense, the two men in casual clothes were not allowed to go out through the side door of the Forbidden City.

His father and father walked in the middle, Pu Guochang, Guo Ying, and a group of guards followed around, and not far away were dozens of casually dressed Jinyi guards, on guard as if they were facing an enemy.

Out of the imperial city is Chang'an Avenue. Walking through Chang'an Avenue, the street is crowded with people and it is very lively.

This kind of liveliness was unprecedented in the past. All the young and old on the street flushed and walked towards the Qianmen archway with a bit of excitement.

While walking, someone was still calling out in the crowd, "Let's go, see the red messenger!"

To go on a red mission is to behead the prisoner and punish the prisoner.

"Today, the emperor ordered to kill those corrupt officials who received thousands of knives, let's go and see!"

"Let me tell you, that is, in our Ming Dynasty, the emperor doesn't like these corrupt officials. In other dynasties, which **** emperor controls corrupt officials!"

"Master Hongwu is holy!"

From the Chinese voices of the people on the side of the road, Zhu Xiongying guessed one or two.

Holding the old man's hand, he said, "Grandpa Huang, are you going to see the red messenger?"

"You're going to be scared, it's too late to go back now!" The old man laughed.

"Grandson is not afraid!" Zhu Xiongying straightened his chest, "With you here, grandson is not afraid!"

"Don't blow your breath, don't close your eyes when you get there!" The old man's face was rarely serious, "You have to watch it, take a good look! Look at how we killed corrupt officials!"

There are already crowds of people on the other side of the Qianmen archway, three floors inside and three floors outside.

In all dynasties, the killing of corrupt officials has been a popular program for the common people.It's not that these corrupt officials have touched their interests. Anyway, as long as these officials are unlucky, the common people are happy.

Who made you five people and six people step on the heads of ordinary people?

"Master, this way!" Jin Yiwei Commander Mao Xiang appeared at the intersection, leading a few people to guide the old man.

There is a teahouse in front of the archway at the front door, which is supposed to be the best place to watch the torture formally, but there is no one there at the moment.Those wandering around the door were also brocade guards in casual clothes.

Come to think of it, in order to make it easier for the old man to watch the job, this teahouse has been secretly reserved by Jin Yiwei.

The old man pulled Zhu Xiongying, stepped in, and went directly to the second floor.

The windows on all sides of the second floor are open, so you can see all the scenes downstairs.There are many black heads, the empty execution platform, and the long street maintained by the yamen servants.

The old man sat down, holding a teacup, and smiled at Zhu Xiongying, "Let's say it one last time, since you want to watch it."

"Don't worry, grandson is not afraid!" Zhu Xiongying laughed.

The old man nodded, then turned around and asked, "Have you started yet?"

At this moment, a cannon rang out from the execution ground downstairs, and the noisy crowd watching the excitement suddenly fell silent.

Just look at a military officer dressed as a thousand households, standing on the execution platform and shouting, "The auspicious time has come, bring someone to commit crimes!"

(End of this chapter)